For those wot are interested  just a quick (OK, I admit, not so quick) resume of our trip to Cadwell this week, I must admit, with the slight intention of maybe encouraging you to get back on track with us.

We (me, Moo, Lucinda, Shammy & James) did the Sunday and Monday with No Limits Trackdays, the ladies in the Novices and we in the Inters on Sunday & Fast (oh-err) on the Monday. We travelled up on the Saturday and after looking at every eating establishment in Louth (3) decided on the usual Curry House, after which we then did the obligatory track walk in the dark accompanied by rabbits, owls and Moo and Shammy’s animal and bird impersonations! Curried up and hoping for a couple of dry days we hit the tents / vans and (for me at least) had a restless night of spicy burps and weird pre-trackday dreams.

Sunday was sunny when I emerged blinking and bleary eyed out of the van to the usual dawn chorus of generators and loud excited voices, and it was the usual rush to sign on and get noise tested before the briefing at 8.30. Inters were on first so after the usual excellent “to the point” No Limits briefing, it was kit on and off for the three sighting laps and fun 
The first session after sighting always goes very fast as it takes me another ten minutes to get settled in and confident that the bikes OK. A couple of quick laps following Moo and it was back in to calm down and prepare for the first proper session in 40 minutes time.
During this time the sky had clouded over and by the time the girls were out it was looking very iffy ! We watched (from the café) as the rain came in and the Novices carefully completed the session in the rain. From what I remember none of us went out again in the morning apart from brave racer Moo who did a session on a wet but drying track before lunch (I must admit, I looked on feeling a little chicken) – no Lucinda, before you reply, I wasn’t actually “feeling a baby chicken” as that would be wrong! I meant I was feeling a little cowardly ;-)

As the morning went on, it slowly brightened and by first session after lunch it was bright and almost a dry track. I won’t bore you with daring doos on track, but I was happy to follow Moo’s lines and Chappers was happy to mug us both with his monster powered missile of a bike ;-) To my surprise we were all about the quickest in the Inters and we all had fun carving through most of the riders in the group. The promised Super Duke CrashFest (it was their annual track day meet there) was smaller and less crashy than advertised and despite their big power they weren’t able to put it down around the track and didn’t get to much in the way.
Before the last session following advice from Moo about getting around the guy in front as soon as possible in the session and not letting them “get into the groove” I used the extra umph of my Gixer to mug him coming out of Barn on the first lap – thanks Moo, good advice ;-) and then frightened myself a couple of times trying to keep in front of him 

The girls in the meantime were having fun of their own and following the advice of their instructors to “get off the bike more” were making steady progress and overtaking more people every session. From memory, there was only one (maybe two) other ladies in the group and they both overtook her with ease.
We decided to eat early at the track that night (anything you could wish for as long as it was a combination of chips, sausage, burger or cheese) and had another (very entertaining) track walk before beers and nattering around the camp fire and bed. We didn’t actually have a camp fire, but that didn’t stop us having the beer and lots of laughs. I’m sure Shammy will explain why she felt she ought to dress up funny and accost random strangers for photographs ;-)